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Pink Movie is exactly what India needs today. A clean wipe off to re-enter rules on our societal slate. To bend the rules that traditions have been shoving down our throats. You need to comprehend there are no rules to define stereotypes; it’s all in your head! Force-fed into your brain so you follow paths that were laid out by a dumb society. It is time to take a stand, and say no to them once and for all.

PINK MOVIE DELIVERS MAGNIFICENCE

Aniruddha Roy Chowdhury’s outstanding courthouse drama makes us dilate our eyebrows at Indian Cinema’s weird contrariety, when you let it stand against the likes of last month’s mediocrity Rustom.

Shoojit Sircar’s knack for making the awesome continues as he picks another pearl right off its mollusk. A topic so ballsy that people need to watch this movie with eyes wide open, with ears perceptive as hell and with muzzled heartbeats to feel its true touching rhythm.

MIND BOGGLING DIRECTION

Aniruddha’s direction is off the charts. When he chooses to begin the movie with the perception of what common man sees, you know the director is keen on gradual revelations. Plot unfurls within seconds though, but its pace is forever carrying that crucial element of doubt to leave you guessing invariably.

Aniruddha is careful enough to capture remarks of the conservative. He stays on the streets with the camera to depict what the average Indian mentality reeks of. It is disgusting, but is in its truest form. You can’t help but think how judgments are carried out outside the court too. Little heads with gavels they are, writing off people with their trivial acts.

THE SATIRICAL PLOT

Minal Arora brilliantly played by Tapsee Pannu, is under the radar for assaulting Rajveer Singh with a bottle, convincingly played by Angad Bedi. Since the lad is the son of a minister, cards are completely against her. The prosecution tries to blemish her, demeans her in profusion in order to save Rajveer Singh from his own muck.

The chaotic jaws of allegations try to swallow Minal’s two friends too, who were at the crime scene. Stands in the vanguard of the prosecution, an extraordinary actor Piyush Mishra playing the role of a prudish typical Indian lawyer Prashant Mehra. He is willing to leave no stones unturned to see to it his client ends up a victor. Mehra comes with an ink of decadence and spills it on all three of them in his brazen sense of disregard.

On the good side fortunately, there is a guardian Godfather, a retired brooding ace lawyer Deepak Sehgal who watches upon the fallen, silently. Played by none other than Amitabh Bachchan, hands down one of the best Indian actors to have ever existed. He mocks the extant narrow mindedness through sarcastic assertions, the Rule Book of Indian Women Safety as he calls it, and shows exactly what majority of the Indian multitude thinks today.

He openly mocks our parochial heads with his brilliant subtle one-liners that will compel you to contemplate. Magnificent screenplay paints the courthouse with his thunderous resounding voice, as he tries to show everyone the point of his prodding.

EPIC BATTLE OF PINK

What follows is an engaging questionnaire from both ends that make for an epic display of riveting melodrama. It spares nobody. The seated and the standing, the risen and the fallen, the privileged and the indigent; everyone is forced to stand stark naked against the law. It decapitates them all.

The final judgment will have your faith restored in the Indian Judicial System again. But you get to see the ugly side of a dodgy Indian Police Service system. Watching abominable acts of Police will make you shake your head in disgust. It is still the way of the living here, and you wonder out loud, “Where is the education?” No wonder everyone is afraid to get entangled with Indian Police Force even when there’s a minor delinquency.

STUNNING CAST

We can’t overlook Pink’s well carved actors at all. If it were not for a haughty ill-mannered Angad Bedi, we wouldn’t have looked into a proper impeccable reflection of grown up Indian brats. His presumptuous nature is a result of an incessant hammering that he has garnered over the years from a system of wrongs, and a wrongful upbringing.

Then there is that natural flair of Tapsee Pannu that calls for an instant admiration. Kirti Kulhari’s gradual developing comportment that remains slave to any minor incitation is worth applause too. Words can’t weigh Amitabh Bachchan’s colossal experience. Well supplemented at all times stays Prashant Mehra’s effortless acting.

THE WRITING

The movie features extraordinary songs that go in the backcloth of enchanting images of Delhi, and feeds on the plight of the trodden. Very brilliantly written and performed. Screenplay of the Pink movie written by Ritesh Shah, drops you careful one-liners those that are superbly penned too. But with that, at times Pink movie becomes susceptible to its apparent contrivance.

ONE DOWNSIDE

In a chaotic ruckus a subplot from Pink movie gets immensely lost. Not just the subplot, but an actor too. An astonishing fleeting performance by Vijay Verma who plays Ankit Malhotra, who we find performing incredibly well in the first few scenes of the movie. Unfortunately courthouse ends up becoming the culminating need of the hour, and he gets overshadowed beyond limit. I wished to see more of him, and the sub-plot that never actually made it out in the open, to prove another crucial felony.

HITTING THE GAVEL

Pink movie is as grim as it gets. It stays well placed within superlative delineations of Aniruddha Roy Chowdhury’s exceptional direction and ravishing performances by the cast. There is sarcasm engraved in Pink, which is nothing but a slap on the faces of those who are still too conservative to change.

Finally to put the cherry on the cake, Amitabh Bachchan in his grave voice recites his father Harivansh Rai Bachchan’s beautiful poem:

“Tu chal teri wajood ki samay ko bhi talaash hai”

And the atmosphere erupts with a rare impactful profundity. That’s how I prefer my conclusions too. A must-watch everybody!

You can get the poem inscribed in the movie here on Amazon:

Rustom is a perfect example of how tawdry cinema gets showcased in India. This is what sells, unfortunately seems to work as well for the Indian multitude.

The problem isn’t with the aspiring filmmakers though; it is with the average Indian mentality. Even though we are sprawled out at ease in 2016, our thoughts are still abounding in the narrowness of our past. We are changing no doubt, but it is more of a scionic change that derives inspiration from time. One’s thoughts, perspective and feelings are forced upon every newborn. The posterity, with the lack of proper healthy unscrupulous environment, learn whatever their ascendants are trying to enforce upon. They reek of their parent’s, and are literally moulded by inbred ideologies. So, whatever we see today we try to weigh it with time, and judge them with our preinstalled memories. That’s the crime we commit – leaving our judgments into the hands of our narrow-minded notions that we still unknowingly judge the world by.

RUSTOM DEBRIEFING

Neeraj Pandey walks in again, this time in a courtroom, with Akshay Kumar in the vanguard as is his constant wont, the face he still encashes upon without batting an eye. Neeraj invariably manages to find the actor in him somehow, and as long as they deliver nobody’s really complaining.

The movie released as part of Plan C Studios is helmed by Dharmendra Suresh Desai (Tinu Suresh Desai). The story of Rustom is inspired by the original 1959 Nanavati case however crashes in with a sub-plot that tries to celebrate the anti-hero primarily to justify murder.

The case that had the nation by its throat finds itself in the spotlight again. It is a sad country we live in. Crimes tend to find poetic justice by the crowd. Criminals are worshipped like Gods as they bend the rules to their will. Courtrooms are akin mockery stages. Judges are like those people on the podium who fail to pacify the crowd despite bestowed with unrivalled power.

One good look at the movie and you will feel how it is nothing but a societal mockery of the Indian Judicial System. Oh wait! We have a living exemplary proof of that too. (Remember Bhai’s hit and run case?) Also, Rustom depicts Journalism in a way it has often worked in reality. This façade of it is abhorrent – trying to manipulate judgments, creating sympathy to save someone by painting its very own picture, inadvertently overlapping its thoughts on others and showing them a falsified misleading direction.

Yet there is a silent theme it gallops along, the one where we are expected to actually feel good for Rustom and Cynthia for making it out unfazed.

MOVIE’S DIRECTION

You have to give it to the director as far as frame-hammering is concerned. He manages to keep it engaging.

Tinu Suresh Desai is ambitious; you could see that from his frames. He occasionally tries to experiment by breaking the usual monotony of Indian Cinema by trying to make a scene fully furbished. Like that interrogation scene where he changed frames incessantly covering subtly and quickly the primal inquisition. Also, when the Prosecution lawyer asks Preety Makhija played by Esha Gupta to calm down and sit, we find her actually sitting in an altered setting – the courtroom. Well thought of, and superbly edited there!

Also, there are miniscule aspects consumed, like a waiting courtroom where close ups of fans, switches, gavel and door are covered beautifully from various vantages.

Whilst the direction had brilliant frames to show, there were numerous instances wherein enough ideas weren’t spread. Like the insipid build up and revelation of a second sub-plot that went on to create sole doubt in the brains of the Jury. Also, there was no follow-up that went on to show why the Jury system was shut down in India after this unique trial.

HUMOUR IN SOBRIETY

The stratum of prison is no longer demeaning. So Rustom proves by showing an unbothered Kumud Mishra giving mosquito ointment to Usha Nadkarni after she openly involves in an act of irreverence with the Judge. You can’t help but shake your head when you realize Desai found it funny enough to be included.

A guilty man walks out like a king, and the movie still celebrates him overlooking the despicable cold-blooded crime. The tone of the movie, the ‘story-ball’ is deliberately put in the court of Pavri. So that like million others in time, you too appreciate what he got away with. Rustom gives out the message:

“It is alright to kill a bad man.”

When are we going to truly escape this lawless pandemonium?

THE INEFFECTUAL CASTING

Also, Rustom has cheesy lines in profusion which might make you grit your teeth when they fall on your ears. There are some lines that are well executed, like when Akki and Pavan Malhotra play a game of chess in the prison. Others get lost in theatrics. Other important ones find themselves blended in with its lyrics.

My biggest complain however stays with the casting of the movie. Whilst there were actors that sat perfectly in their roles, like that of Kanwaljit Singh, Akshay Kumar, Pavan Malhotra and Parmeet Sethi there were others that didn’t fit the bill at all.

Even though Anang Desai plays a good Judge, he lacks a fuming persona that ends up making his act blunt. Choosing his light mien to judge makes it at once clear how the director wished to take the flick towards a light-hearted juncture.

Brijendra Kala shouldn’t have even been there. He was too overqualified not to get a proper screen time.

Ileana tries hard to wash away Cynthia Pavri’s acts with her tears. Vexed under her own guilt and Rustom’s wit, she portrays a character that is annoyingly contrasting. Her cheating act suddenly becomes an act of her helplessness which was obviously not the case at all.

Then we cannot overlook the chemistry section either. There was none. Period. Neither between Cynthia and Rustom or even in that feigned display of lust in the case of Vikram and Cynthia.

The cast made everything animated with their banal acts. It took out its staid naturality from the movie. Little things like the Jury shaking their heads when spoken to insinuated the apparent deficiency of vigour and verve that a court movie calls for.

THE FINAL VERDICT

Rustom ends up being a farce to bluntly put it out there. At the same time it is not really bad if you sunder out the originality and stare it as a separate issue entirely.

Rustom Pavri wasn’t a national hero. But this movie toils hard on making him one. We should not forget that it is just a perspective. A perspective that tries to project Preety Makhija as a rich spoilt brat with an evil sneer and Vikram Makhija as a spoiled horny perpetrator who deserved to die even before he set his eyes on Cynthia. It also tries to, without any justification, blemish the girl who cheated and then revive her at the same time. Above all, it tries to depict Rustom Pavri as a colossal national hero, a guy who murdered a man, a vigilante above the law who preferred calling his own shots to urging our Judiciary system.

Then again, when closely looked at, it isn’t that bad either. Because it touched a sensitive topic, it piggybacked mighty expectations naturally. On comparing it with other mainstream movies that Indian Cinema has been recently celebrating for no reason at all, I would say Rustom stays well above their echelon any day.

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